Chapter 143
After speaking, she walked up to Stefan and told the handsome young man who was singing with him, “Hey, do you mind scooting over a little? The place beside him belongs to me.”
The young man looked like he was only in his early twenties, but he had a pretty imposing attitude because he was the most popular singing escort in this karaoke bar.
“You’ll have to get in line,” he told Renee. “I was here first, so why the hell should I let you have my place?”
Renee held her head high and confidently replied, “Because I’m his ex–wife.”
The young man was taken aback for a while. He didn’t become the most popular escort in this karaoke without going through a lot of experience.
“So what?” he snapped more confidently than Renee. “Even if you’re his current wife, I still won’t let you have my place. If you’re unhappy, then you can go outside and complain to our manager. I should warn you, though, that our establishment has some powerful backers.”
“You…!”
Renee was left momentarily speechless. The young these days were just too bold and shameless for her to handle. She watched helplessly as the handsome young man proudly sat beside Stefan as if his butt was stuck to the couch. It was clear that he had no intention of giving in to her at all. Renee suddenly realized the laughably absurd situation she had gotten herself in.
The young man beside Stefan then spoke in a very effeminate manner, “We’re having a lot of fun with him until you get here, sis, so why don’t you just go home, wash up, and go to bed? You’re only spoiling the atmosphere here. We’re only trying to sing with this man in peace!”
The tone in which he spoke was so feminine that he sounded like a eunuch. It really threw her off and gave her goosebumps.
She had really never seen such a thing!
Almost at her limit, she turned to Stefan, who had been silent all along “Aren’t you going to say anything, Stefan Hunt? If you keep ignoring me like this, then I won’t care about you anymore. Don’t blame me for not helping you!”
Stefan was indeed completely inebriated at that point. His mind spun wildly, and he was seeing double. Ever since Renee appeared at the bar, his eyes never left her for a single second, as if he was trying very hard to ascertain whether the woman before him was just an illusion.
He then stood up unsteadily and staggered towards Renee, as if approaching some food that he had been craving for a long.
time.
Renee gulped hard and stepped away from him. “What… What are you trying to do?” she asked in a panic.
Stefan said nothing. He merely lifted up both of his scorching hands and firmly held Renee’s face. Then he started to knead her face as if it was dough.
“What the hell, Stefan?! Let me go!”
Stefan squished Renee’s delicate and lovely face until she looked chubby. He found her heartachingly adorable like that.
“Okay,” he nodded with satisfaction. “You’re not an illusion. You’re really here.”
He then turned around and coldly ordered the young man who had been arguing with Renee. “Give her the microphone.”
The young man, intimidated by Stefan’s imposing aura, obediently handed over the microphone to Renee and quietly moved away from his seat to make space for her.
“What’s going on here?” asked Renee as the microphone was stuffed into her hands, looking befuddled.
“I remember hearing you sing,” Stefan plainly answered. “You sang beautifully. Sing for me again.”
Although he was totally plastered at the time, he could still vividly recall the song that Renee had sung a long time ago.
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“A long, long time ago, you were mine, and I was yours.”
“A long, long time ago, you left me and soared into the sky…”
Ironically, those lyrics from the past accurately described their reality. She had belonged to him back then, but he had now lost her. She was about to spread her wings, flying away into the big blue sky, far away from him.
Stefan selected the song and insisted that Renee sing, before kicking out all of the young men from the private lounge.
Only the two of them were left inside now.
The title of the song, “The Outside World,” appeared on the screen, and it began to play.
Stefan kept staring at Renee, his drunken face looking innocent and childlike.
“Go on,” he softly urged. “I want to hear you sing ”
The rare, gentle side he was showing slightly entranced Renee. She remembered how he was exactly this gentle one night. when he was also drunk, how he gently murmured “I miss you,” to her.
She was overwhelmed by a convoluted compound of emotions.
Was this guy trying to seduce a naive woman like her with his old tricks again?
Renee pushed Stefan away and looked into his eyes, asking him, “Stefan, do you still remember what happened that night when you were drunk?“
